She liked that thought - that, at least in some way, he thought of himself as hers, or at least that she had some claim over him that others did not. She did not mind that they wouldn't dance every dance together, she didn't expect that, she wasn't an especially jealous person, but she did enjoy the looks and glances of other girls, that she, the quiet, wallflower Miss Montague was being courted by one of the brightest men in England.

She took his hand as they headed towards the floor - feeling every bit the very honoured lady.

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